Monday, December 10, 2012

2012 I learned the Value of moving towards the light with patience. After 17 years of schooling and working, with no break in between my
life came to a stand still for about 8 months. It was total darkness and I kept
on believing in the light that seemed like a small shiny star at the end of the
tunnel. I read as many inspirational books just to keep away from the negative
questions that kept running in my mind. But then I remembered my motto in life,
Move. If I had to get to the light I had to keep moving and believing that I will
get to the light.

If you don’t move, then you are not going to get anywhere. I recall a time
in 2011, when I asked one of my colleague at a company I was volunteering what
was her motto and she said; “never get too comfortable” and when she asked me
what was mine, I said MOVE! Yes, one word with just four letters. Move, a word so small and yet it has a great
impact in my life. I believe that in order to know our true potential, and know
who we really are, what we can become and what we are made of, we need to move.
In order for a person to move, he or she needs to be motivated.

September I came face to face with the light and I thank GOD for the
blessings in my life and I still believe that more will come my way sometime in
the future.

It is January 25th, 2011. My bus arrives in the
mother city and everything looks just as it is on the catalogue. It is
official, I have arrived at my destination and I have 6 hours to register,
check in at the newly built student residence.

Once registration was complete, I took a look at my watch and
it was 15:20, there was no time to waste. I was left with 40 minutes to
check-in, and I had to make it fast. With no time for taking a breath I dragged
my bag across the campus, trying to keep up with time.

When I got to there I found a long line. This is where I met
the Stranger whom I made a friend, later he became my best friend then turned
into the enemy. He became the biggest mistake I have ever done. He was born in
the Eastern Cape and grew up in the dusty streets of Strandfontein in the
Western Cape. Just like everybody else he had a dream to become something, with
that goal in common we stood in line and an hour later we found ourselves in
front. I had received a single room since I was a post graduate student, and he
shared with three others. Much later, I made the effort to make him my friend
and trust him with my whole life and possessions even though I had just known
him for a month, and that was the biggest mistake I ever did.

During our friendship, I would give him the keys to my room
and he would do with it as he pleases, “as long as it is tidy, and nothing gets
lost, I do not mind” I would usually say. He saw an opportunity and grabbed it
with both hands. It started with the habit of wearing my slippers, and then he
would wear my sweaters in cold or windy days. In a few weeks from then it had
developed progressively, I would bump into him in campus and his whole outfit
would consist of my clothes. I started to realise that he had been taking some
of my possessions home with him and he would not return with them. At this
stage, he had moved out of ress, he had been living at home due to Academic
exclusion. I tried to get him to return my possessions but he came up with
excuses every time, it is then when I realised that I had been robbed.

I blogged about the incident, thinking that he will realise
that if he goes on, his reputation will be damaged and when I didn't achieve
the desired results, I took it to the police and the small claims court. I
finally got my things after raiding at his home with the police. As I collected
my belongings, accompanied by his worst enemy, I looked at his ashamed face and
the four roomed RDP house and felt some kind of shame and regret. I then took
what was mine, walked out, and never looked back.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Losing Touch to Accessories, shoes and Handbags

Who has ever thought that I would go through 17 years of
schooling and end up in a retail shop selling shoes and accessories, and
actually be good at it? Well, guess what I for one never, not even daydreaming,
thought that I will work as a sales assistant in one of the most provocative,
trend setting retail store. The funny thing about it is that I loved doing it. I
realised my ability put together a stunning outfit at a blink of an eye. I must
admit the revelations took me by storm, it was as if a beast was unleashed and I
had lost total control of myself into selling, and selling and making sure that
I meet target. In the mist of all that craziness, I lost something important, I
lost track of my dream.

The hanging thought at the back of my head, the thought that kept
reminding me that I was born to do public relations. The one dressed in bright red, yelling at me: you were born to be grate at it and you have gone through
five years of university to excel in the profession. That thought was starting
to fade away. Two months into it and already, I was losing touch.

Then it suddenly hit me, while I was selling a matching shoe and purse
to a well-known public figure. A sudden heat wave hit me, my heart started beating
fast. I felt hot and I felt cold, I don’t know what I was feeling. it was as if i was moving from one universe to the next. I quickly
went against the mirror on the wall to balance. I then started to cool down. It
was shock. The voices in my head started questioning me, they were on the roll- "are you aware of where you are now? Where are you going? What happened to your
dream? What’s your plan? Is this it? Is this where it will all end? You have
forgotten the dream, your dream, your life, your career."

I took a deep breath, smiled to customer and made the fantastic sale. Thereafter,
I took a pen and paper, went to the bathroom, and wrote the blog. I kept the
promise to myself, that I will never again lose touch of my career to
Accessories, shoes and Bags or anything else.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

No matter how creative you can be with your words,
people are always going to rate you on your last blog. I’m going to be honest to
you; these words haunted me to the utmost. I therefore decided that I
will rather not blog, than to post something that makes total trash and not worth
reading. Just like Adele (the British recording artist) said to a particular
journalist when she was asked when will she record a new album since her current
21 scored 6 Grammy's- she said: “I have to live more, and then I will be able to
write something just as good”. I was so inspired by her words that I had used to as an answer to this
equation that kept haunting me. I have to live a bit more, and so, I lived.August 2012: No Blog! I was up and about, putting together my life, tracing myself on the big map of the world, and there I was, in total isolation. How on earth did i end up there? No close friends, no job, money, but had access to the internet. It is amazing how the internet can suck you in, and you don't even realise that your world is falling apart. I had got to a point where i have almost lost all my friends, and i was OK with it. This is mainly because in the viral world i can make hundreds of them and when i'm sick of them i can easily delete them. no emotion attached to it. no guilt, nothing what so ever. Reality kicked in and I had to get back on track, I had to get back on the roll.

Mid-August
2012: Job hunting is a nightmare, and a job on its own. With
all the discouragement and emotional drama I was facing, I still managed to
drop my Curriculum vitae in several organisations. I still believed that
somehow, somewhere someone will hear my knock and open the door.

At times I would ask
myself, why is it such a challenge to get a job when I have a degree that is
equivalent to an Honours Degree? What went wrong? It was so difficult to even
find a basic call centre job. I faced a lot of the “Don’t you think that you
are over qualified for this position” “I’m scared that I will hire you and you
will leave in the next 3 to 4 moths”. I moved from interview to interview,
board room to board room trying to find my big brake and finally something, I do
not even know how to measure it, small or big, and it was something. I was so
grateful and I grabbed the opportunity with both arms. I said to myself, I’m
going to make the most out of this job.

God knows all my prayers
and somewhere mid-August, my prayer was answered, well I viewed it as a period
of collecting experience. It is not the kind of job I was praying and wishing
for, but hay, it’s something close and a good answer. I was in, and the choice
was mine to make…

03
September 2012: First day. I started selling exclusive shoes
at a boutique in an upmarket rich shopping complex. It was official, I was the
sales assistant.

Monday, July 23, 2012

I’m
alive. Twenty for years to the minute, I was born. I sit here on my couch,
looking back at the past and wondering what the future hold in store for me. From
the day I started crawling as a baby to the minute I walked on the graduation
stage, I am grateful for the years that I have lived up to this far. A lot of
people loved to see this day and they did not make it, so for every candle that
I will put on my cake I will make a wish, and give gratitude.

Even
though I do not have a huge party planned as before, where people dressed to
the six and nines, walking around the club intoxicated, and having to deal with
the fat bill when the party ends, it still feels as special as the other years.
This time around a simple cake will do.

From the
day I started crawling as a baby to the minute I walked on the graduation
stage, I would like to thank God for everything. I would like to tell him that
thanks for my Mother and Family, I’m grateful for the experience along the
years. A friend of mine once said: “it’s not about how long you lived, but
about what you have done while you were still alive.”

A lot of people loved to see this day and they
did not make it so for every candle that I will put on my cake I will make a
wish and thank everyone who contributed to get me where I am today. To everyone
who ever loved me, hated me, pushed me, pulled me back, funded me, motivated
and supported me in any way, I’m grateful.

Monday, June 18, 2012

As humans, we make
decisions everyday in our lives. We make a decision to wake up in the morning, to go to school, or to work. We make a decisions on which shoes to wear, which tie
to wear, weather to put on make-up or not.

Some decisions are made unconsciously.
Most importantly we take decisions for our own survival. Most of the time, we do things to fit in
to the requirements of society. Therefore our decisions are largely shaped by
society at large.

There comes a time
in all of our lives where we get to pull the “should have” “would have” “could
have” cards. In life we take decisions, and we sometimes forget that these
decisions we mate will catch-up with us later in the future.

A certain friend
of mine once decided on playing the lottery, he had all the numbers written
down on a piece of paper, and felt strongly about these numbers. This guy gave
so much passion to winning with these numbers. When he got to the play station
he decided not to play because he does not believe in gambling.

Guess what, the
numbers did not come out on that night, but they did on the following week. He
regrets holding back those numbers till this day. "Damn, I should have said yes
to that feeling, and that instinct". There is nothing that we can do once the
final decision is taken.

The
only thing that we can do is let go of the “should have” “could have” “would
have”, take responsibility for our actions, reboot and move on.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Finally the day has come again. It is by far my greatest
achievement. The celebrations were set to be held at the Multi-Purpose hall at
the Cape Peninsular University of Technology, Cape Town Campus. The time of
event was doted for exactly 10:00. All guests are required to be seated at
exactly 09:30, as if that will ever happen. With excitement boiling in our
systems, we found ourselves at the photographers tend outside the venue trying
to get past the long line to book for our pictures to be taken. At five minutes
past ten, we were all seated, waiting for the faculty to walk in.

The music played, while the faculty blessed us with their
presence. A lot was being said, but I hardly remember what exactly, what I can
remember is that from the second we were told that the ceremony was broadcast
live, my friend and I started looking around for the camera every now and then,
and yelled for our friends as they went on stage.

The moment came when I was on stage. That Oprah moment! All eyes were on me as I took the walk of success. I smiled, and right there in the crowd, my cousin yelled for me and my friends followed the suit. I think my ears where blocked from all the excitement, but I heard the sound of the flash as I took my steps towards when vice-chancellor. “Well done Siyabonga, you have done us proud, Come again” that was the first time I have ever heard this woman’s voice, and she smiled at me while she said that to me. I was now more than motivated. I went on to take my last picture on stage and moved on to backstage. The ceremony went on till its end.

Now it was time for celebration, I went to take countless
pictures with classmates, family and friends. And later went on to embrace Long
Street with my presence. Finally I am a post graduate, and no one can take that
away from me.

One thing I learnt from being a tutor at CPUT whilst studying is that when you are given
the responsibility to educate, you not only give skills and knowledge to
student, you also learn new things, theories and ways to doing things. I learnt
to be patient, professional and always be accommodating to other people. I also
realised that working as a team is better than working alone. Therefore, if you
are going to be working alone, ask for opinions and ideas from other people.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I trust you are keeping well and have been able exercise
your creative ideas.

I’m am just enquiring if you have found fulltime employment as yet, if not, please contact me
.

Hoping to hear from you soon.

Warm Regards

PATRICK ADAMSON

Programme Director: HR/IR

The Heart and Stroke
Foundation SA

_______________________________________________________

Dear Patrick

Sorry for the late reply. I
only notice you e-mail now, pilled under all the junk mail that come into this
mailbox. Besides the fact that I have gained a little bit of weight and my
parents keep telling me that I will be fat in a year, I am doing so fantastic.
I have been a very productive couch potato, I have been logging onto the
internet, applying for jobs week in and week out, clean the dishes and get
glued to the TV screen while I wait for a call for an interview.

I have literally tried half
the job agencies and all they can provide me with is a part time Call Centre
job. Here is a classic at MULTICHOICE Africa, I was fashionably rejected for a
call centre job because I am {here is the word} Over Qualified. I have gotten
used to being so rejected; it is as if I needed it more to survive, than to
take a breath of oxygen. It is very tough to find job in Gauteng. If it’s not
your “over qualified”, then it is “you don’t have enough experience”.
Regardless of the ups and downs, I still have the spirit. And I know that
sometime soon, someone will open the door.

On a lighter note, I
graduated last month on the 19th April 2012. I did not have much
time on my hands as I arrived on a Tuesday and left on the Friday. It was a
fantastic short trip.

In conclusion, Thanks for
checking up on me it means a lot that I am being missed at HSFSA, I surely miss
you too. I am currently unemployed and searching though websites, newspapers,
and agents. But the greatest part is, I’m in no hurry, a good job will come
when the time is right.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

After 15 years of friendship I had to say goodbye. There is a
belief that people come into our lives to serve a particular purpose and after
that purpose has been served, there is no longer a need for those people.

The period came when I realised it is about time that I moved
on from the heavy drinking, second hand smoking and sleeping out for days
without having any worry about having to take a bath. “As long as we brush out
teeth chomi, and wipe the relevant parts of our bodies, we are good to go!” In
my whole existence I have never thought that a time will come when these words
will come out of my mouth! Well there you go! My vomit…

The other thing about this friendship is that, it was linked
to other friendships that I kept for about five years and they too were not so
healthy. If we were not drinking and driving, waiting for someone to finish
getting laid in the toilet in a club, we were bailing someone at a police
station. It was the greatest and most fun time of my life. Shit! Those times
were fucken fun hay!

Another thing, when I was friends with these guys, I cursed
like crazy! And it sure damn fucken felt great after it! It all started as a
joke, and gradually developed to a habit, and from a habit to an uncontrollable
beast. I would wake up in the morning and call them just to take a hit. It was
as if I was addicted to this cursing drug. It was as if I needed to curse more
than I needed to take the last breath of oxygen to survive! “Hello bitch, you
bloody slut!” “You fucked-up piece of hopeless trash” I loved saying it, it
felt satisfying to my soul. Something was wrong, and the only way to end all
this madness was out.

Ye Ye Ye! I did try
all that, after returning from my year trip from Cape Town I kind of tried to
face the beast (cursing addiction) but I was viewed as the educated bitch who
is trying to change who they really are. I wish them the best with their lives,
and hope they get to be where I am standing, in order for them to see from this
view, that this friendship is fucked up! and beyond repair.

So here am I, trashing 15 years of friendship, others 5 and
others 3. The situation is beyond my control and personally, I believe that we
no longer want the same things in life. I need to grow intellectually,
spiritually, emotionally and most importantly educationally. oh damn, I needed
new friends, and most importantly I needed a new book to read!

The moral of the story is that while some people grow, some
don’t. No matter how long you may have known a person there will come a time
where you don’t have the same views to life. And if you decide to stay in this
friendship, you constantly keep clashing, repeating the same mistakes over and
over again. It became so clear that I had to move on. Look around you are you
friendships perfect or they are Justas fucked up as mine?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Maslow has identified the
human needs, and he explains that these needs are like a pyramid. The basic
needs in the bottom need to be fulfilled in order to fulfil the other needs
upper on the pyramid. Among these needs, he identifies that as humans we have
the need to belong to a particular group or society.

We sometime find ourselves
surprised in random groups. Well I found myself surprised in a group with
friends who do not share the same vision in life with me. As I go through the
pictures I took with these people along the years, I cannot help to ask myself
as to how could I have spent six years of my life with these people and be so
blind?

Was I just fulfilling this
need to belong to a social group? Or fulfilling needs to be loved and be listened
to by friends, regardless of what they believed in or how they lived their
lives. If so, then how valid are these statements that say: “birds of the same
flock fly together”, “you are who you hang out with”.

I have been a complete
different bird that flew with a different flock and did not realise it until my
need was satisfied. Is that what life has come up to be? To adapt, integrate, fulfil
the need and move on?

Monday, March 19, 2012

Hello my name is Lawrence… and I am a 23 year old Unemployed Graduate.

I have practically being studying all my life since kinder Garden up until last year. In South Africa almost everybody who does not have connections is bound to land where I am, unemployed, penniless and with a room filled with Wednesday and Sunday newspapers.

It is the first time ever in my life where I reach a moment where I do not have anything to do but look for employment. Straight from High School I enrolled at a University of Technology with the hope that I will get both the experience and education. Well that worked quiet well if I may highlight until I got screwed by my own employer at a particular Branding solutions company where I earned as little as R1800 + commission. My salary largely depended on a commission of 12% and the very same person who will receive the remaining 88% stole my client. Therefore I packed my bags and got off the sinking titanic.

I went back to studying so I can graduate for my diploma and make it to the B.tech Class of 2011. Fortunately with qualifying marks of 48% and 51% I managed to make it to a 60% and 63% and graduated with dignity knowing that I made it to the B.tech Class. And a year later I find myself back at home, looking for employment with an intimidating Degree.

A particular book that a friend of mine is reading Sais; “when your life falls apart, it does not all happen in one stage. It is a process” It quiet got me wondering for three months whether if that’s practically true. You first lose your clothes bit by bit, and then you lose your scholarship, leading you to be in depth with the University, and then you lose your friends one by one. You do not realise that all this is happening until you get to that moment when your phone stopped ringing as much as it used to when you were employed.

How do you react to a situation when even the people you thought that you can count on have turned their backs on you or have forgotten all about you? I suddenly felt a chill and heard that small voice saying: You are now living the life of the temporally boke, plan less and no longer so interesting somebody, until you get employed again or if you go to school and rely on the monthly allowance again! And let me say, I am far from accepting defeat.

The more I kept digging for a employment, posting my resumes to organisation, logging onto the internet and going to government department to fill in the Z83 forms and going to hopeless interviews with the hope that I will at least get an answer, the more money had to come out from my pocket. It’s true what they say, “It is a job to get a job” and that is no laughing matter.

It’s been three months and I still sit with the hope that sometime sooner or later, a door will open. And somehow God will bless me more than I expect him to. Thank you.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Give me an Interview and I will show you how good I am. I believe that you will really understand and realise my value when I tell you what I have been through and what I have done.

I beg of you to go through your diary, get your secretary to give me a ring and tag me with an appointment with you for a Monday morning Interview. I promise that you will not regret the 20 minutes of listening to me selling my career to you as a campaign, and assuring you that I shall never disappoint you.

I dare you to sit on the other side of the boardroom table and open up your ears while I answer to the spears of questions you keep throwing my way.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

This is by far the freakiest thing that has ever happened to me. At exactly 01:52 AM I received a miss call. Like a penniless person, I replied to the miss call with a please call me sms. Minutes later the call came in “Hello, do u know who you are talking to?” a rough and harsh voice came from the far end of the call. There seemed to be noise in the background, I figured that the caller must be at some party or something. “Who is this?” I questioned as I failed to register the voice. “I will call and explain to you later.” It was the most annoying moment of my life.

I was dreaming about the perfect office and job that I have always wanted. I must highlight that I was driving a Chevrolet Cruize in this massive dream that I so wish it becomes a reality. It was one of those existing long dreams, but I loved what came to my eyes, well what was in my mind in this case.

After a number of ticks and tocks, I woke up, went to church and came back. I prepared lunch and sat on my lovely couch and tuned on to Vuzu TV. In less than 60 seconds after the landing of my plate on the coffee table, there was a vibration. I had forgotten to save the number, I answered and engaged on minute conversation with a stranger who made me guess who he is and he then concluded that he will mms me his picture then I will remember.

A few minutes later, just when my coffee was about to get finished, the the mms reached the shores. It was a complete stranger, someone that I have never seen or heard of in my entire existence. The vibrator took off and followed by the sound and I answered on the spot. “hello” I answered and immediately painted him with questions: “Where do I know you from?” “facebook” he answered. “Ok, where are you from? Where are you now” “facebook, and I am in jail”. It was like I have just seen a ghost on a Sunday! I repeat, On a Sunday. Whathave I done? I have accepted a random facebook invite and little do I know that I will be inviting a whole new world- a world that I never planned to exist in.

Me being me, I calmly dealt with the situation and highlighted that all the happenings are not in line with the perfect plan of my life. Be careful of who you add or accept on you social network sites.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

What constitutes the perfect partner? Is it the colour of their eyes, their skin or perhaps their Hair? Does looks play a big role when it comes to defining Mr or Miss perfect?

How do you define the perfect partner? Somebody who buys you material things like the gold’s, diamonds and the labelled fabrics?

Has God created the perfect someone for us and we must stay with the hope that someday, sometimes we will bump into them? Thereby creating the perfect moment that will lead us into the hands of love and live happily ever after.

Or is the perfect partner created by our compromises, less expectation, support and hope that one day he/ she will turn out to be what we had hoped to be?

My friend Nelson once said; “it takes two to make a relationship work, and one party can’t sit back and have expectations over the other. The only way to make it work is to meet each other half way and make an effort. That’s how you can tell if a partner is perfect” When I think about it, maybe Nelson had a point. Mr or Miss perfect may be that person who meets u half way and sometimes surprises you by going 70% so you can save on the 20% on the shoes you have been dying to purchase!

I wrote a book, and titled it "Too many words to say". The book is about how a PR practitioner became who he really is. It outlines the challenges that he faced in university. The book tells the tails of the good and bad relationships and the partying that went on. Brace yourselves, with

chapter 1.

Something is wrong!

Welcome to Kgarankuwa Hospital. A whole lot of things happen here, people are born and people die in this place. Some are here to visit the sick; and others are here to finish them off. The short tempered people in blue and white are here to help ease the situation. Right in front of the main desk, is a man with a knife in his arm, his name is Bongani. Apparently he was involved in a gang fight; it became clear when his mother and girlfriend stormed in 4 hours ago demanding assistant, but unfortunately they were welcomed with the special hospital treatment.

“Put this bandage around the wound, Sit down, wait in line, and the doctor will assist you as soon as possible.”

You think that is crazy; you don’t know the other half; there are worse things that happen here. On the other ward, it’s been said that there is a ghost. The evidence is real, “oh please” one of the student nurse said until she found the trolley moving by itself 3 hours after midnight. As she ran to her room, she bumped into a sexy, fashionable lady, dressed in her graduation gown.

“Nerse!” as the Pretorians (people who originate in the townships of Pretoria and those who move in the township, and who have picked up the lingo) call them. “Sorry, can I ask?”

“Yebo buza” which means ask.

“When are graduations?”

“I don’t know” she looked at the opposite direction and walked away feeling very Irritated. Her hair stood and there was a sudden breeze. Later when she explained her experience to her colleagues, they told her that she spoke to a ghost. She was a student from the Medical University of South Africa (MEDUNSA- which is now known as the university of limpopo) who passed away on the day of her graduations.

As everyone runs up and down, and some waiting in line for the doctor to come along, we find two best friends sitting on the bench one whipping blood from his nose and the other keeps the toilet paper supply going.

“What happened?” “How come it happened to both of us?”

Punna and Themba questioned each other how can it be possible that the same tragic event happened to them in different space and time.

“When I recall of the incident, someone had helped me, but when I stood up, there was no one there. I stood up and ran to the security guards yelling for help.” Punna plotted his side of the story.

“I was in the toilet with khaya (An athlete who nearly won the title as MR tut twice), suddenly someone came in, and the next thing we were on the floor with blood all over.” Themba concluded his side of the story.

An hour later, at exactly 04:o4 Themba was assisted and later followed Punna at 04:17. This was the most unforgettable event of their lives.

“Immediately after getting back at ress, I’m packing my bags and I am going home, something is wrong” Punna outlined his action plan.

Back at W3 room 212, at the TUT Soshanguve South Campus, where the two best friends lived; there was not much talking when they both packed their bags heading for home. I would not blame you if you thought that they just got home, put on just about anything and headed for home. Well think again. They got to their place and the first place that they ran to was the mirror to look at themselves. The room had two beds, one on the left and the other on the right, and study tables on each side. One side was made the kitchen and the other was the study, where the computer, radio, textbooks, and laptop was placed, and on the kitchen side you will find the basics such as pots, stove, fridge and food. the mirror was place right in the middle of the room. It was big enough both of the boys in full length.

“Oh No, My face! Oh God, I have a blue Eye” Punna whispered. You could feel the sadness in his voice, but Themba tried to console his best friend, but pulled away when he realised that his tears are near.

“It’s not so bad Punna; you still look like a charmer, now take a bath and let’s go home”.

At the Main Gate waiting for the taxi, we find the two rearranged faces, one dressed in Gucci glasses and the other in the dark tinted Prada glasses. Their attires complemented the each other; one could swear that they are headed for the Durban July. When the taxi arrived, they both quickly got into it heading for their homes. They sat at the back seat of the taxi looking at the sunrise, as it made its way to Pretoria on the Mabopane highway, the phone rang. It was Sanele, one of the Drama group members Themba belonged to, Punna had quit the group because of a number of circumstances. Punna picked up:

“hello”

“are the rumours true?" it was a sharp and rather squeakily voice, It must have belonged to one of the members from the drama society. "You were touching some guy’s buts and you got beat up? Emmanuel told us! Is it true?”

Monday, February 20, 2012

February 2011 I started a blog. At that time my written communications skills where not so great, but I had to start a blog and update it twice a week if I wanted to get good grades for the Media studies 3 subject. There was no other way out, I could not afford to fail and waste money. I remember going to the internet centre at the university. I went on Google and I typed in; “the best blogs in the world” on the search engine.

I had a vision, that my blog someday will be viewed as one of the best, and maybe one day receive an award for the most unpredictable and provocative blogs. In addition to that vision, there were many other, as my love for blogging kept growing.

I had recently relocated to Cape Town and I did not have much friends. This circumstance I found myself in motivated me to sit at a restaurant or at the park and keep writing stores. Night after night I sat in loneliness with a bottle of Neidernburg, and at other times I picked the Drostdy-Hof to quench my thirst and to arouse my creativity senses.

I wrote about everything. The boredom coming from lack of friendship kept me glued to the keyboard at the computer labs until I landed my hands on my own personal laptop. Ladies and Gentlemen, that is when my love for blogging grew even bigger. I realised that there is nothing that fulfils me more than putting together words to tell a great story. A beast was unleashed and an addiction needed to be treated weeks. It was official. I was In love with blogging.